Photo by Abed Ismail on Unsplash
Every gift you’ve given an empty promise made,
Call me a fool for
Listening to words never spoken.
In memory, with distance and time, my
Pieces begin to fit, but I find I’m
Still, and forever,
Eclipsed by you.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.